Sarah Biglow - Celestial Academy: The Complete Series

LUCIFERS EMBLEM Copyright 2020 by Sarah Biglow and Molly Zenk.

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Published by Sarah Biglow and Molly Zenk: April 2020

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W hoever said the road to Hell is paved with good intentions has never actually been to Hell. For one thing, it doesnt even have roads. Besides even if they did, they sure wouldnt be paved with anything. Trust me. Ive lived in Hell my entire life and as my dad likes to remind me, Ill rule it all one day.

Thats what being the daughter of Lucifer gets me. Yes, that Luciferrebel angel and leader of the Fallen. He gets a bad rep thanks to the Archangels spreading bullshit about him. Maybe Im biased, but I like to think hes a decent guy who fought to better the lives of people who couldnt fight for themselves. Still history is always written by the winner and they obviously think their shit doesnt stink.

At the moment, I was lounging in dads chair in the board room. He likes to keep things modern. His throne had been a cushy office chair with the family crestfalling starsfor as long I could remember. He was probably off checking on all the other people who lived here. Hes good like that. The door to the office squeaked open on its hinges and a familiar face appeared.

Damien, my best friend and partner in mischief since we were in diapers.

Thought Id find you in here, he said and slid into the seat next to me.

Were we supposed to hang today? My heads been a little off lately, I said, not meeting his gaze.

Nah, we didnt have plans, Z. I know youve been stuck in that big brain of yours. Your mom again?

I sighed. Id never met my mother since shed died in childbirth. Shed been human and by all accounts, the love of my fathers life. I could count the number of half siblings I had on one hand, spread out through millennia. Their portraits hung on the walls in our house. Many of them had lived short lives. Dad was a one-woman guy and it took him a really long time to get over losing someone. Are you absolutely sure you cant just peek behind the veil just this once?

Damiens father is the Angel of Death. Its not as grim or creepy as it sounds. If I were into guys, Im told his dad is pretty hot actually. But inheriting his dads powers meant Damien could reach across the veil past death and pull a soul back to Hell. It would cause too much shift if he tried to do it on the earthly plane, but Hell was off the radar enough it could work.

Even if I was strong enough, its against the rules. Some rules you just dont break, Zuri, he answered, leaning forward enough to reveal the starting swirls of the tattoos that circled his forearms.

What about your dad? Cant you convince him its a birthday present for your best friend? I pressed.

Damien shook his head. He loves you like a daughter, but he cant risk pissing off the cosmos or whatever. Have you thought about asking your dad?

I leaned back against the leather. Its too painful for him. I think if he saw her again, hed lose his shit like for real. Anyways Im not ready for all of this, I replied, gesturing to the room around us. I was only eighteen.

Sorry, Z. I know you really want this, but I dont think its gonna happen, he said, patting my hand.

Whatever. Its fine. I waved my hand in the air to emphasize the need for a change in topic. What about you? Things work out with that cute barista?

He snorted and rolled his eyes. No. She got a little too interested in my family for my comfort anyways. Is that a mortal girl thing? Wanting to know everything about you on the first date?

I laughed. Fuck if I know. I cant remember the last time I went on a date. Mortal just isnt my speed and no one around here wants to take the risk of pissing off daddy.

Seriously, that happened once, Z. The accompanying eye roll told me he thought I was being stupid and making excuses.

Maybe he was right, but I had my wholevery longlife ahead of me to find the right girl. I didnt need to rush into things. Damien was the one who wasnt truly happy unless he was bitching about his latest failed romance. He wasnt picky though. Hed already dated his way through most of Hell, even some of the demons. Boy had balls; Id give him that much.

Come on, lets get out of this boring ass office and do something fun, Damien said, leaping from his chair and taking two long strides to the door.

Why not? I answered and pushed myself out of the chair. As I eased the door shut behind us, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck tingled. I opened the door a crack, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Like a lot of days when we were bored, we ended up in what passed for Hells history museum. Most of the Fallen who had fought by dads side during the Heavenly War kept away from it. Something about bad memories or maybe PTSD. If humanity had learned one thing in the span of all existence, it was that therapy could be a good thing. Most of the angels Id known growing up could have really used time on a couch breaking down their feelings. The museum was more a gathering spot for the younger generations.

Given it was almost eight oclock at nightaccording to my phoneit was completely deserted which suited us just fine. The place was locked up at night. I pulled a blank ID badge from my pocket and studied the lock on the employees only door. The card rippled between my fingers, configuring itself to fit the lock and any matching scanner inside the building.

I really wish I could do that, Damien sighed as I slid the transformed key card into the lock. A tiny beep signaled we were in.

I just rolled my eyes at him. He had plenty of cool angelic powers of his own. With mine I could do what amounted to parlor tricks with my forgery skills. Granted, it had gotten me out of some serious shit in school growing up. Dad had sent me to public school in New York in the hopes of socializing me with mortals. Id lost count of the number of times Id been told to go to Hell over the years. But hey, at least I knew what a Starbucks was and had a healthy Instagram obsession just like any teenage girl my age.

Where are we going? He whispered as I walked down the hallway to the lobby.

You know where, I answered without looking to see if he was keeping up. The sense of being watched was back, but I ignored it. No one would be dumb enough to jump us.

Is that a good idea? He continued to talk in hushed tones.

Like I care? Its technically my property, too. We wound our way through the west hall through ancient, but well-maintained suits of armor. Continued past the hall of paintings reminding the denizens of Hell what theyd fought for. Canvases that portrayed images of humanity in bondage and landscapes with the sky on fire. I wasnt so sure it wasnt some twisted way to punish the Fallen for losing the war and getting banished here.